She looked through old photo albums for inspiration. Pictures of days she remembered clearly now looked like the relics of a lost civilization. She touched his smiling face as she thought of all the things she could write: “I’m sorry I was an obnoxious teenager. I’m sorry we don’t talk more. Why don’t we start now?” There was so much to say.
He opened the card and read what she’d written: “Happy Birthday, Dad. Love, Jen”